Roberta Smith (born 1948) is co-chief art critic of The New York Times and a lecturer on contemporary art.[1][2] She is the first woman to hold that position.[3][4][5] (wikipedia)
The obsessions of others are opaque to the unobsessed, and thus easy to mock. NASCAR, jazz, baseball, roses, poetry, quilts, fishing. If we're lucky, we all have at least one.
I am a noncook, although I'm very interested and have a large collection of cookbooks.
You never know when contemporary art is going to insinuate itself into a normally art-free zone.
Thanks to a hacker known as Guccifer who wormed into the computer of the 43rd president's sister, the world has learned that George W. Bush is an amateur - I would say serious amateur - painter.
Performa's founder and prime mover, Roselee Goldberg, has great instincts for which artists might collaborate well together.
A certain rough-around-the-edges improvisational looseness - a sense of something coming together before your eyes, or not quite - may be one of the things that distinguishes performance art from theater.
